Reaching between his legs, he grips his cock and pushes into me, a groan rumbling up his chest. I gasp, clutching at his shoulders as he breaches me, the wide head of his cock stretching me. His thumb flicks over my clit, and the stretching sensation turns into pure pleasure.
I moan as I open up, and he slides in deep, so deep I can’t bre
athe.
He doesn’t wait for me to adjust. Instead, he massages my clit as he starts to move, braced with one hand on the mattress, the thick muscles in his thighs bunching and releasing, his mouth inches from mine.
I gaze up at his beautiful face, at the desire in his expression, and lift one leg to wrap around his thigh. That deepens the angle, and we both gasp.
He bends lower, brushing his mouth over mine, as he thrusts faster, harder. The pleasure inside me is sharpening, clawing at me, needing an outlet. I rock my hips with his thrusts, moaning his name, so close to coming I feel it start deep in my belly. My pussy clenches around his thickness, and I arch up against him, my mouth falling open, my mind hazing over as pleasure sparkles deep inside me.
His lips press to mine, his mouth sealing in my cries as I come undone, exploding like a firework, losing myself in the feel of him.
“God, Meg…” He tenses, shaking over me, his cock jerking where I’m clenching, and I moan when his hot cum hits the deepest part of me. “Fuck, yeah…”
So good. Why did I wait so long to let him back inside me? I clutch at him, still floating on pleasure. He grows heavier on me as his orgasm ebbs, and he pulls out slowly, grunting as he rolls off me.
“Love you so much,” he whispers, pulling me into his arms. His eyes are golden slits as he tries to catch his breath, gazing down at me. “You don’t know how much.”
“I love you, too,” I say. “You’re my favorite man. My one love. I want you happy.”
“I am happy. With you.” He hauls me against his chest and whispers against my hair, “never been happier in my life.”
I let myself get lost in his hold, basking in his love.
We’ll figure everything out, one step at a time. Everything is going to be fine, I just know it. As long as we’re together.
Part V
Zane and Dakota
I’ll Find You (Never Lose Hope)
Chapter Twenty Eight
Zane
My back fucking hurts, the pain clawing at my insides. There’s a hand pressed over my mouth, cutting off my breath. Darkness seeps into my vision.
‘Play with me, little boy…’ a man’s voice whispers. ‘What are you scared of?’
Fingers dig into my mouth, between my lips, choking me. They taste salty-sweet. The stench of blood and sweat and burned flesh mingles with that of a burning cigarette, turning my stomach.
“Zane!” someone is yelling in my ear. “Watch it!”
Hands are on me, fucking hands all over again, gripping, maneuvering my body without permission, and I can’t move, can’t shake them off. I’m held down on my knees, on a filthy mattress, the pain tearing me up inside.
‘Take it, little boy…’
I’m rotting from the inside. A knife is buried inside me, cutting me up. I look down and black is seeping into the sheets, spreading slowly.
Not black.
Blood.
My blood.
Something is squeezing my arm, hard enough to make itself noticeable. I try to move, to shake it off.